Sneakers

This is a poem about my late brother's sneakers, left outside his house after he died.

I am left at the empty doorway
Shabby, muddy,  unclean.
My  faded colors mutely say
"Where, all this time,  have you been?"

The rains have made me wet-
How loyal I have been!
Asked,  "How could you forget?"
Together times we've seen.

I saw all that commotion
As they took your body away.
I heard the crying,  then...Silence,
As Death closed the end of that day.

Who now would care to wear me?
Wash all this grime with soap?
Gone are the hands I long to see
Gone is my master and my hope.









Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 15, 2012
Philippines

Author's Note

This was written as a part of my brother's photography collection and the photo used here was his sneakers, ( he passed away in 2003.)

Reviews

[MOON]

Poignant write love how it flows and how its imbued with love and sadness.